The Wonderbolts are known for acting as the first line of defense in the homeland, standing between the royals and pandemonium itself: considering their kind and expertise, it would seem that the sky itself is literally the limit in and of itself.

Out of many in the service currently, a lone commander is taking the time to perform some large scale personal hygiene before calling it quits for the day; of course, he's expected to train harder for the upcoming gathering as many pegasi are supposed to do.

Speaking of which, it's more than clear that as alone as he may think he is, such solitariety isn't meant to last forever; as a matter of fact, there are others who think this way more often than they would let others know of: besides, even cleanliness can become like alchemy itself.

Cover art belongs to Exedrus.